Let me tell you a story of a hero.

A hero who, with his friends, defied the odds and saved the world multiple times.

A hero whose life got turned upside-down when a new demigod arrived at Camp.

Howls tore through the woods as Jamie raced through the trees, feet pounding against the ground, heart racing, sapphire eyes filled with fear, and breath coming in shallow puffs. He could still hear it chasing him, the demon dog that had killed his best friend. He could feel his stamina fading as he ran, and he did the only thing he could think of. He screamed for help.

Jamie's foot caught on a root, and he crashed into the ground. Spitting the dirt out of his mouth, he scrambled backwards as the hound approached. The demon dog was massive, easily the size of an elephant, with knife-like fangs, shaggy black fur, glowing red eyes, and razor-sharp claws that stirred up the dust as it neared him. Jamie closed his eyes, waiting for the claws to tear into his chest, for fangs to tear out his throat. But the pain never came.

Instead he heard a shink, like the sound of a knife being sharpened, and the sound of a male yelling a war-cry. Jamie took a risk and opened his eyes, fully expecting to see the demon dog inches away from impaling him. What he saw instead took him by surprise.

Facing off against the hound was a teen with his back to Jamie. He was wearing an orange shirt and jeans, with messy black hair. But what stood out was the glowing bronze sword he held in his hand. He quickly killed the demon dog, and turned back to the first boy. It was then that Jamie got a good look at his face. He looked about 16 or 17, with tanned skin that was littered with scars, chiselled features and sea-green eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Jamie nodded my head. "What was that thing? How'd you kill it? When my friend Joey tried, it… it killed him."

The teen looked disheartened.

"Joey Liakos?" He asked.

"Yeah…"

He gazed down at the ground for a few seconds, then looked back at Jamie.

"Come with me," he beckoned, turning and walking away.

Jamie quickly debated his options. Either go with the stranger who saved your life, or stay out in the wilderness where more of those monsters could be lurking. He made his decision, and hurried after him.

"So… My father always said not to talk to strangers, so can I at least know your name?" Jamie asked.

He grinned, a lopsided smile that brightened his whole face, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"My name's Percy Jackson. What's yours?"

"I'm Jamie. Jamie Phillips. You know you never answered my questions."

"Well, Jamie Phillips, what do you know about Greek Mythology?"

Jamie was quickly claimed by Hecate, and got along well with his half-siblings and Percy. Unfortunately, they were the only ones he got along with. Everyone else, despite the Hecate campers efforts (the other campers were never mean when Percy was around) either made fun of, shunned, or bullied him. Why, Jamie didn't know. It might've been his inability to fight with any weapon, his low agility and speed, or any of his other bad features. He didn't understand. Jamie always tried to be nice to everyone, his father and friends taught him to do that. He decided to stick it out, and wait to see if any of the other campers would warm up to him.

After a month of this treatment, Jamie decided he'd had enough. He prayed to Hecate for guidance, and to Hestia for hope. In a flash of light, a book popped into existence… and promptly fell on his head. After muttering a few Ancient Greek curses, he flipped open the book to a random page. Jamie grinned happily. On the page was a potion that made people not hate you. He felt as if his mother had invented this just for him. Little did he know, she had, hating to see any of her children treated the way that he was.

Jamie went around collecting ingredients for the next few days. Whenever one of his siblings (or Percy) asked what he was doing, his only response was "Magic!" and a wiggle of his fingers. It was quite late (read: almost curfew), when he finally had collected every ingredient. Late into the night he worked, only taking breaks when he needed to or the potion required it. Half-asleep and yawning, he poured in the final ingredient, not noticing that he poured in way too much. Jamie did notice, however, when his cauldron (very Harry Potter he knew) started to melt, sending wisps of dark grey smoke into the air. He watched in horror as the smoke escaped out underneath the door to the cabin. Jamie cursed, not caring if he woke his cabin-mates up, because he had no clue what the effects of the smoke was. He quickly cleaned up the remains of his cauldron, and went to bed, deciding to talk to Chiron in the morning, unaware of what the effects of the smoke would be on Camp Half-Blood's most popular camper.

Percy didn't know what happened. He had friends, a girlfriend, and a mentor. But then, over time, they all left him. First, it was the newer campers. Then, some of the older ones. Less and less campers backed him, until all he had left were the seven, Nico, the Hecate campers and Thalia. But one by one, everyone but Hecate's kids, Nico and Thalia had left him. But Thalia was almost always away with the hunt, and Nico spent a lot of time doing jobs for his father, or hanging out with a certain son of Apollo. The Hecate cabin had basically become recluses, locking themselves in their cabin, only going outside for meals. So imagine Percy's surprise when a teary-eyed son of Hecate turned up outside his cabin.

"Can I come in?" Jamie asked.

Percy glanced around, before beckoning the son of Hecate in.

"Why are you here?" Percy sighed, sitting down on his bed. "Everyone hates me, why should you be any different?"

To the son of Poseidon's surprise, Jamie burst into tears.

"Because it's all my fault!" He sobbed.

Percy was taken aback. "How?"

"I was sick and tired of everyone hating me, so I prayed to Hecate for guidance, and she sent me a book with instructions for a potion that would make everyone not hate me, but I messed it up and now everyone hates you!" the blue-eyed boy got out between sobs.

Percy was speechless. All this time he thought he'd done something wrong, but it turns out it wasn't his fault at all. But he couldn't bring himself to blame the younger boy. This might've ended up happening anyway. As Percy was lost in thought, he didn't notice the panicking son of Hecate.

"Percy? Percy talk to me? I know it's all my fault and I'm so so sorry!"

Percy smiled softly. "I don't blame you Jamie."

Jamie looked up from burning his gaze through the floor. "But why?" he spluttered. "This's all my fault!"

"Did you mess up the potion on purpose?" Percy questioned.

"No…"

"Then it's not your fault. I'm assuming that that's why your half-siblings don't seem to hate me."

"Yeah! We're looking for an antidote."

"Can I help?" Percy asked, his eyes lighting up.

"Sure! We can use all the help we can get!"

That night, Percy had a worrying dream.

He was standing in Poseidon's palace, but no-one was there. No fish, no merpeople, no nothing. Percy looked around, wondering where everyone was, when a voice broke him out of his thoughts.

"Son."

Percy turned to see Poseidon smiling warmly at him.

"Dad!"

Percy rushed forward to hug Poseidon, the god hugging him back just as fiercely.

"So why am I here?" Percy asked.

"Something has clouded the eyes of Zeus, and a lot of the council. They believe you to be a traitor, and a spy for Gaia."

"What?" Percy spluttered. "Don't they get that my fatal flaw is loyalty?!"

Poseidon looked resigned. "I will try to reason with my brother, but remember there are gods that still back you."

"Who?" Percy questioned.

"Hades, Hestia, Hermes, Apollo, Artemis and I don't believe you are a traitor, and Hephaestus is on the fence about the whole affair. However, as Hades and Hestia are both not part of the council they cannot vote, so if worst comes to worst less than half of the Olympic Council are behind you."

Percy frowned. "That could be a problem."

"Do you have any clue as to why this has happened?" Poseidon asked.

Percy's face brightened. "Yeah! There was a potion mishap by one of Hecate's kids. They're searching for an antidote currently, and I'm going to help!"

"That's great son, I will see if I can get Hecate to assist you as well and-"Poseidon was cut off by a rumble of thunder, which was weird because it was a dream. "Zeus grows impatient. I must go, but remember son, don't lose hope."

There was a flash of light, and Percy woke up.

"Percy!"

Percy turned to see Jamie running towards him.

"Jamie! Hi. Have you found an antidote?" Percy asked.

Jamie looked down at the ground. "Well no. But it should wear off in time. I think-"The son of Hecate was interrupted by several Ares kids approaching. "Excuse me."

Jamie walked over. They engaged in a quick conversation, the Ares kids getting louder and louder.

"I thought we told you to stay away from him!" One growled.

"I didn't know that you could think. And he's my friend, why shouldn't I hang out with him?" Jamie retorted.

"We told you what would happen if you didn't stop hanging out with him," another rumbled, jerking his chin towards Percy at the last word.

"Why don't you just leave us alone?" Jamie retaliated.

Creepily synced, the Ares kids drew their swords. Apart from one. He drew a spear. Percy darted forward, drawing Riptide. He blocked the spear from impaling his friend as Jamie pulled out his dagger, the only weapon he was any good with. Percy engaged the spear-wielding one and one of the sword-holding ones, whilst Jamie battled the last one. One of Percy's rules was that he did his best to never kill other demigods, so he disposed of them by knocking them unconscious. He slammed the hilt of his sword into the side of Sword's head, and countered Spear's… well… spear. Just as he swept Spear's feet out from under him he heard a gasp and thud, the clang of metal clattering onto the ground. Percy turned to see Jamie's dagger on the ground, with the owner covered in blood and slumped next to the weapon. The son of Ares stood over him, a victorious grin on his face, bloodstained sword in his hand. Percy's vision went red, and when it cleared he was standing over the Ares camper, who was unconscious and covered in shallow gashes.

Percy dropped Riptide and ran to his friend, skidding onto his knees on the ground.

"Nonononononononononono," he muttered as he attempted to stop the bleeding.

Jamie smiled weakly. "Remember Percy…" He took a shaky breath. "Don't lose hope…" Jamie took one last shallow breath, before the light in his eyes faded and he stilled.

Percy screamed. He screamed in frustration. He screamed in rage. He screamed in sorrow.

The waves on the canoe lake raged and crashed, and the ground shook. Campers all around stopped and wondered what was happening. Apollo's children rushed forward and took the Ares campers away to the infirmary, sending reprimanding looks Percy's way. Hecate's children and Percy mourned for the brother that they had lost. Even Hecate showed up, even if it was hidden in the shadows. The lake continued to rage, at least until a certain god of messengers showed up.

A knock on the door broke the Hecate cabin (+Percy) out of their mourning. Lou Ellen opened the door to reveal the god of thieves.

"Lord Hermes," she said, inclining her head, not in the mood to deal with any of the gods.

"Is Perseus here?" Hermes asked. "He wasn't in his cabin, and when I asked around I was told that he spent a lot of time here."

"Yes," Lou Ellen said warily. "I'll go get him."

The door closed, and when it opened again, Percy was standing on the thresh-hold, his usually bright eyes dark.

"Lord Hermes," he said, bowing.

"You know you don't have to bow to me Percy," Hermes said, "You've done too much for us to do that."

"I bow to gods I respect," Percy responded. "But why are you here Hermes."

Hermes sighed. "Zeus has summoned you to Olympus."

Percy frowned. "I know that he thinks that I'm a traitor to Olympus, but I thought that my father was going to try to reason with him."

"It would appear that Poseidon has failed in that regard," Hermes grimaced. "I am aware of the situation with the potion mishap. Has there been any success in finding an antidote?"

"Apart from the knowledge that it will wear off in time, none at all," Percy grumbled, and gestured back into the cabin. "Our main researcher was killed by one of Ares's sons, just because he was seen with me."

"My condolences," Hermes said, bowing his head. "None of us had realised it was this bad."

"Do all the gods that Dad said supported me still do?" Percy asked, "Also, what does condolences mean?"

Hermes nodded, but didn't answer Percy's second question. "Come on, we've been talking for too long. Zeus will grow suspicious, I was only meant to come and retrieve you, not talk."

Percy nodded, said goodbye to Hecate's children, took Hermes arm and the god flashed them both to Olympus.

Olympus was in pandemonium. Poseidon and Zeus were shouting at each other, Athena and Demeter were arguing with Artemis and Apollo, the twin archers for once in their immortal lives actually getting along. Hephaestus was arguing with Ares, Aphrodite looking on in boredom. Dionysus was reading a wine magazine, and Hera joined in with the shouting match between Poseidon and Zeus. Meanwhile Hestia sat at the hearth, the flames low. The noise died down when Hermes flashed in with Percy. As Hermes sat on his throne, the whole council came to attention. Except Dionysus. He just looked up from his magazine, rolled his eyes and went back to reading.

"Perseus Jackson!" Zeus boomed. "You are charged with treason to Olympus, being a spy for Gaia and possibly fatally injuring one of Ares's spa- children. How do you plead?"

Percy stood tall and defiant. "Not guilty."

"Very well," Zeus thundered, "We shall put it to a vote then. All for Perseus being innocent?"

Poseidon, Apollo, Artemis, Hermes and Hephaestus raised their hands.

"And those for Perseus being guilty?"

Zeus, Hera, Dionysus, Ares, Aphrodite, Athena, and Demeter raised their hands.

Zeus smirked triumphantly. "Perseus Jackson, the council finds you guilty. As a traitor to Olympus and spy for Gaia, you are hereby sentenced to eternity in Tartarus. Any final words?"

Percy's head was spinning. He couldn't go back there. He just couldn't. He barely survived when Annabeth was with him, how would he do it alone? Then his resolve hardened. Nico had done it alone, so could he. He stood tall, his gaze steely, as he spoke his final words.

"You may banish me Zeus, but I've escaped there once. Who says I won't do it again? Hmmm? When you need me again, I won't be there. All because you let your big-headed-ness and a potion mishap overrule your judgement."

As Percy spoke, a wave of hope washed through him. He looked over to the hearth, where Hestia smiled at him.

Percy heard Hestia's voice in his head. 'Perseus I have given you my blessing. You will be able to summon food, and control fire, much like Leo Valdez. I hope it helps you.'

Zeus looked fed up with Percy's little speech. "Enough!" he boomed.

Percy was filled with incredible pain. He could feel his mortality burning away from him, and he knew that while he wasn't a god, the immortality wasn't the same as Artemis's hunters. A portal opened up under his feet, and he fell into it. The last thing that the gods saw was the anger burning in his sea-green eyes.

Hello!

Yup, I did introduce a character just to kill him in the same chapter. Originally he was going to live, but I would've probably forgotten about him anyway.

If you have any ideas on what should happen to Percy in Tartarus, don't hesitate to tell me.

Title is subject to change.

Okay baii

-Badger